Mrs. McGrath (Live at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival, 2006)

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Bruce Springsteen performing "Mrs. McGrath", live at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival, 2006

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Lyrics:

"O Mrs. McGrath, " the sergeant said

"Would you like a soldier of your son Ted?

With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat

Now Mrs. McGrath would you like that?"

With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore

And after seven years or more

She spied a ship come into the bay

With her son from far away

"O Captain dear where have ye been?

You been sailing the Mediterranean?

Have you news from my son Ted?

Is he living or is he dead?"

With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Then came Ted without any legs

And in their place two wooden pegs

She kissed him a dozen times or two

And said, "My God Ted is it you"?

Now were ye drunk or were ye blind

When ye left yer two fine legs behind?

Or was it walking upon the sea

That wore your two fine legs away?"

With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Now I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind

When I left my two fine legs behind

A cannonball on the fifth of May

Tore my two fine legs away

"My, Teddy boy, " the widow cried

"Yer two fine legs were yer mother's pride

Stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all

Why didn't ye run from the cannon ball?"

With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

"All foreign wars I do proclaim

Live on blood and a mother's pain

I'd rather have my son as he used to be

Than the King of America

And his whole Navy!"

With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

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